Last week was a horrible one for me eating wise. And by 'horrible' I mean that I enjoyed delicious food without regard to calories or carbs. So be it. Moderation is key and most of the time I spend my weeks eating on point. So I'm just writing off last week and not looking back. Hear that body? THAT DIDN'T COUNT.
My heavier eating largely had to do with my work schedule last week (plus with MDW, I didn't meal prep. Which is exactly why I need to do it every Sunday ....). I had lunch meetings up the wazoo and two work-related happy hours + my Wine Club with my girlfriends (here). What's a girl to do? [Cue the gif of Cookie Monster eating everything]. Anyway, so after leaving a client happy hour last week, I kept the gravy train rolling (mmmm, gravy) and met Jay & Chandler for actual dinner at Oven & Shaker in the Pearl District.
^"Oven" aka pizza & "Shaker" aka cocktails. Clever, no?
^Everyone praises Oven & Shaker for its pizza. But if you ask me, the Nostrana salad is the FIRST reason to eat here: Radicchio, parmigiano, rosemary-sage croutons, cæsar style dressing. It tastes like nothing I've ever had. I can't describe it. Just order it.
^Local IPA & the Wild Fennel Sausage pizza.
^Chandler intoxicated by the smell and hoping he can be let out of 'jail' (the area under the table). No dice.
It was pretty much a 'slice' (Get it? Get it? SO CLEVER) of heaven and a lovely way to finish up the evening and stroll home while enjoying God's gift to humans decadently floating above us: Blue hour.
^I seriously wish this sky lasted all night. How pretty is it?